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you have heard many storiesof pines and cedarsbut this:a scene of loss,perilmy fingertips trembleand freeze as i touchthe rose gold fountain peni blink twicemy smoky lids as iexplore himabouton the papers;so unfamiliar with my language, sheetsquiver as I stride my nails onletters and words search for fervouras i even think of himeverytimeon a paperunder fading pink skiesamid the pinesin a word, letterfor you and mehe is newand gone, long gone

It takes ages, to surpass the bad you’re going through. It will take a plethora of seconds to realize your place in the situation, to sort out a solution, to admit that this is a deceptive side and you have a completely different view the other side of the same situation.

It doesn’t mean in anyway that the ‘grass is always greener on the other side’

You just can’t blame yourself for everything that happened. It simply means- you take time to realize what really happened and which is the right side.

The world is fast. It requires quick changes and it appreciates the quick people. But, if it’s not happening with you to change, then wait. Just get out of the crowd, stand in the middle of an extravagant space and breathe. There’s no wrong in halting or breathing slow, your tender veins need the time to revitalize and get the pace.

Let the world run ahead. You walk, admire yourself and the things around you, take your time to explore the right side. Get away from the deceptive one.

There’s nothing wrong in walking through the right side rather than running breathless on the deceptive.

you can keep quiet halt numbhow much ever you wish to destress your fragile soulit might take some more timejust a little more to reach the other enda line awayfrom this‘deceptive’ side

Quietness is not weakness and know this- you are all the lights of the darkest hour, you’re brave.

if only i could rupture my ribs if only i could swallow the glass shardsif only i could cringe my pallid eyelids to leave outblood, bereavement and flaws to get away from ‘nobody’to surpass my pastto get into
focus

*I’ve been very lousy when it came to blogging the last year. I’m not completely taking up the blame on me as I have enough things keeping me busy. A new year, a new start. Hoping to be more frequent and better with all the poetry and writing.

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Dotting down my feelings, experiences and imaginations.

To reveal is courageous, it makes you vulnerable. The ink spurting out from the metallic crease never knows the power it fetches.
Every word has a story and I don't speak here, my letters do. So listen to them, yeah?
Here I start, taking a sip of my Irish coffee…